Thursday, June 25, 2009

we (and i don't mean me) lost the build-a-bear ds game.we (and i mean me) have looked everywhere.torn the car apart.even papa has searched.

there was a time in my life when my mind was a steel trap. i could meet you once, talk to you for a while, then next time could remember your name, what you were wearing, your kids' first and middle names... i knew where everything in this house was. how many pieces went with each toy. fifty mega blocks. twelve shape sorters. etc.

after three kids, i can't even remember what i had for breakfast.or if i ate breakfast?i should probably go eat breakfast.

all the trivial stuff, like your kids' middle names (no offense) is gone, but i do know every little thing about my kids, so i suppose it's all relative, but i still don't know where everything is in our house.

does this bother me? yes!

so where the heck is build-a-bear? i'm completely obsessed. there are hundreds of things i should be doing this summer, but i am only focused on one. finding. that. game.

i moved the couches. as i was moving them, i noticed there were "things" in the bottom of the couches. a whole lot of things. not in the part you can reach, behind that, and down. i flipped them on their sides and reached in. i was so hopeful. i did not find the game. but i found some treasures nonetheless...

wooden spoonmilk ring - cat toyfake makeup - the princess was overjoyedplastic clip-on earringpizza toppings - been looking for those, count has been offlego missiletrain track - really been looking for thisprincess penbox 'o raisins - emptyfoil from recalled chocolate coins?matchbox carcheerios - i have spared you the actual numberbirthday candleglass starfish - ???hair clipbaby nail clippers - really, really been looking for theseequal sign fridge magnet - who even cares?yogos - i have spared you the actual numbermy combAND a ds game! - but it is cars, ANDi didn't even know that one was missing!

one smashed toe later, a lesson learned -build-a-bear is not in the couches...

Monday, June 15, 2009

and although jane's writing style is not wholly altogether indecipherable, i did on various occasion find myself not lacking in absolute misunderstanding, but scanning through recently finished passages anyway in attempt to comprehend whether or not i had secured information required for progressing to the next chapter.

all of this matter was made exceedingly more difficult by my task of reading whilst galloping in our carriage with husband and offspring, with obviously more chatter from the latter and which in most instances becoming quite intolerable and thus requiring me to plug-eth my ears in a most unattractive manner.

i sincerely adored the book - but i must admit around page 300 -i did scream aloud in a completely savage and uncivilized tone,